The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 113 Have you fully felt it?

Millicent's journey was a little rough.

Having lost her arm, she can only rely on the flame left by her teacher to deal with the enemies along the way.

Lienia's lake area occupies more than half of it, and the damp atmosphere and ubiquitous water are weakening her combat effectiveness in disguise.

Faced with the kind of lobster that can spit water cannons, Millicent has nothing to do.

Her small fireball will be pierced directly by the sharp blade of flowing water, and the water gun will continue to pierce her flesh.

If it wasn't for her strong body, Millicent might have been torn apart by that impact.

There was no way, Millicent could only take a detour and go north along the edge of the lake, avoiding the various monsters entrenched in the lake area.

While Millicent was recovering from her injuries, she inquired about the way to leave the lake area and go to the Altan Plateau along the way.

But with the closure of the college, there were very few people in the lake area, and the news she could inquire about came from Ningmgfu in the rear.

For example, she heard that a queen rose from the foggy forest and prepared to unify Ningmgfu under the banner of righteousness.

In addition to traveling, she also spent a lot of time studying the notes left by the teacher.

The way of healing is recorded in the notes, which can heal her.

Millicent found that these treatments worked especially well for her, seemingly because of her inherently strong resilience.

Millicent speculates that this is a strong vitality developed during the battle against corruption.

She thought again of the Red Lion City, and of the riot she had caused.

With the exuberant vitality as nourishment, more bright scarlet flowers burst out.

Thinking of the teacher's speculation, and thinking of the scarlet corruption still dormant in her body, eager to break through the seal of water and fire, Millicent couldn't help feeling worried.

She rested for a while and continued northward.

On the way, the originally clear water stains became more turbid, foul-smelling, and full of toxins.

If the previous lake area was inaccessible, this place is extinct.Millicent couldn't see anyone willing to wade into the muddy waters here.

Millicent frowned, which reminded her of the Ionian swamp, the filthy mire.

Above here is a rocky wall, blocking the starlight over the lake and the blessed light of the golden tree.

Stopping brings corruption. The lake here does not seem to flow out, and it has become a place where various poisons are bred and filth is hidden.

"I can't think of such a beautiful lake area, and such a dirty corner..." Millicent observed the direction of the mud.

Millicent was physically strong, and the leather boots under her feet were well sealed, so she didn't care too much and continued on her way.

She deliberately walked in the poison pool, and the faint curiosity and responsibility in her heart made her want to understand the cause of this poison pool.

As she walked, Millicent felt something was wrong.

There are no longer only green algae and stench in the poison pool, but also some red bloody smell, and some fleshy stench.

She is familiar with the smell.

Millicent walked quickly and discovered the source of the smell.

There is actually a village in this seemingly extinct poisonous pool.

A small path is pulled up from the poisonous pond, and all the way up, you can see a small village located on the height of the poisonous pond, built on the cliff.

And there are quite a lot of people in this village.

Against the backdrop of the fire, many figures were projected on the cliff, shadowy, with teeth and claws.

Flames are burning in the village, and many soldiers are hanging up some weak old people, whimpering and drinking.

Many old people were whipped and driven to one place, and firewood was piled beside them.

The old man's legs were all broken, so he could only crawl and was beaten all the way by the soldiers, howling and crying.

Those warriors in armor have the symbol of an eye.

Millicent frowned and stepped forward:
"What are you doing?"

She didn't act immediately, she was going to ask about the situation in order to prevent wronged people.

But what Millicent didn't expect was that she was attacked just by asking those soldiers to pay attention to her.

Without saying a word, those soldiers slashed over with their swords in hand.

They were still calling for their companions, and they were going to circle behind Millicent to prevent her from escaping.

"Shut up..." Millicent's voice turned cold.

No more trying to figure out which side is the good one.

She doesn't think the person who chooses to silence witnesses is a good person.

Millicent's palm released a ball of fire, which fanned out to block the rushing soldiers.

She jumped back lightly, squatted on the ground, dodged the arrows that pierced the flames, and put her hands on the ground.

Several fiery snakes ran along the ground, igniting several soldiers.

Amidst the screams of the enemy, Millicent had already rushed forward.With one hand, he grabbed the wrist that was slashing at her with the knife, smashed the enemy's head with one knee, and then pulled up the enemy's body to block other enemies' slashing.

The strength and agility emanating from Millicent's emaciated body caught the soldiers by surprise, like a flock of sheep broken into by a tiger, who were killed and turned on their backs.

Millicent fought all the way up the sloping path, and all the arrows were dodged by her.

Standing by the woodpile, the warrior who was about to light the fire saw Millicent approaching, quickly dropped the torch and drew out his long sword.

The oiled torches are thrown on the pyre, and the power of the flame is released from the wood.

Seeing that the group of old people with broken legs were about to be burned to death, Millicent hurried forward.

She dodged the hack and crouched beside the woodpile, putting her hand into the fire.

The originally blazing flame became obedient and gathered into Millicent's palm.

A crossbow arrow pierced through the air and got into the back of Millicent who was concentrating on fighting the fire.

Millicent snorted, turned around and flung out the flames in her hands. A large area of ​​flames formed a wall of flames, burning to death a large number of people wearing tube-shaped coats with eye badges.

Through the flames, the crossbowman who shot Millicent swallowed.

That is a crossbow, not a bow and arrow. The strength of the arrow is fixed, and it will not suddenly lose strength and weaken.

Under normal circumstances, the crossbow arrow should penetrate the enemy's body, nail it to the opposite rock wall, and wring out fatal wounds on the person.

But the invincible crossbow bolts were nailed to Millicent's back, judging from the length, even the arrows didn't penetrate completely.

"Is this the physical strength of a human being? What monster." The crossbowman screamed in alarm, and hurriedly re-stringed the crossbow.

The fireball illuminated his vision, and the scorching flames snapped the bowstring and lashed the back of his hand. The crossbowman screamed in pain and let go, before being engulfed in flames.

As Millican's commotion grew louder, more and more warriors gathered around her.

Although Millicent was physically strong, she was occasionally injured by random knives and arrows, and her physical strength was gradually exhausted.

When she finally killed everyone around her, she panted heavily:

"One hand is still..."

A shadow enveloped Millicent, and the wind pressure was approaching, causing her scalp to feel numb.

Millicent quickly dodged, and then heard screams and roars.

It was the sound of air being torn apart.

A figure in an ugly, curved-horned mask stood before Millicent.

On the mask is an old man with a smile on his face, with a hint of lewdness in his smile.

The masked man is tall, wearing a heavy apron, with several bags of spices pinned to his waist, like a chef.

The tall masked man is holding two large hatchets with canine teeth interlaced with curved hard corners.

The air wails in weapons of this construction.

"Who are you?" said the masked man.

"People who don't like your atrocities." Millicent gathered a fireball in his palm.

"Hehehe, how can we do any violence." The masked man said, "You are the one who tortured and killed us."

Millicent couldn't believe it when she heard this, her face was full of disgust and hatred.

"Oh, I see, you think we are killing people, don't you?" said the masked man, "Then you are wrong, these are not people, they are mistakes. Born out of mistakes, they live ugly and sinful lives."

The masked man looked up to the sky and laughed:
"Mistakes should be ruled out!"

The madman's laughter was torn apart by the flames.

An extraordinarily huge fireball engulfed the masked man.

From the beginning of the conversation, Millicent didn't stop accumulating energy in her hands, and shot immediately after the masked man turned his gaze to the sky.

Outside of battle, she doesn't want to wrong good people, and she doesn't waste time chatting during battle.

But the flames were broken.The masked man leaped out of the flames, and slashed down with two large hatchets, tearing apart the air, and smashing towards Millicent.

Millicent quickly dodged, but the masked man disappeared, and was still jumping, slashing, and slashing non-stop, forcing her to roll around on the ground a few times before avoiding the attack range of the big hatchet.

Millicent got up and spit out the red hair stained at the corner of her mouth, a little unbelievable:

"how is this possible……"

The fireball just now condensed his most powerful flames, but the enemy didn't have any injuries, and even his clothes weren't scorched at all.

Millicent fought with the masked man. The masked man opened and closed his movements wildly, attacking wildly, but there were many flaws. It was easy for Millicent to find a few gaps, and flames burst out from his palm and burned the masked man.

But the flames were still powerless, and when the flames dissipated, the masked man was always unscathed.

Millicent had no choice but to pick up a sword from the dead body, ready to try close combat.

Although the flame is gorgeous and powerful, and can block the enemy's sight, it can also block one's own sight.

The moment the flame exploded, Millicent couldn't see what happened to the masked man.

Just as Millicent picked up the long sword, a ferocious dog rushed towards Millicent, its protruding fangs scratching a scar on the back of her hand.

The three fine dogs surrounded Millicent, forming a trap with the masked man.

The agile vicious dog circled Millican, trying to tear the flesh off her body.

Millicent threw the sword in his hand, but missed, and was dodged by the dog nimbly.

Millicent was a little helpless.

The left hand is not often used, and the sword is not very accurate.

If she had two hands, she could kill the dog with long-range flames in one hand, and test the masked man with a sword in the other.

Millicent was getting more and more stretched, fighting to be hit by the heavy hatchet before completely finishing off those nimble dogs.

With blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, Millicent grabbed a sword again.

"Your body has been severely injured, do you still want to persist?" The masked man held a hatchet dripping with blood.

"It's not a problem to kill you alone." Millicent held the sword in his backhand and charged forward.

She dodged the hatchet, and a few broken hairs blocked the masked man's sight, criss-crossing and piercing the back of the heart.

A certain force resisted the tip of the sword, and a faint, fragmented light scattered in all directions.

Millicent exerted strength on her feet, away from the masked man, and dodged the hatchet slashing backwards.

"So it's the protective shield..." Millicent said.

Now she finally found the reason why the masked man ignored the flames.

She raised her head and looked up.

The village built along the cliff has a platform higher up.

On a tree on the platform above the head, someone was hiding in the canopy, swaying fine dust downwards.

The masked man opened and closed, kicking up dust, which mixed with the dust, making it indistinguishable under the flames.

The dust drifted on the masked man, forming a spherical shield around him.

The shield is fragile and will shatter when attacked, but this property also absorbs all impact and damage.

The person hidden in the tree looked at Millicon, found himself exposed, and smiled lightly:

"It's a pity that you are never alone."

Millicent threw a fireball into the tree, and the canopy was ablaze, but the man jumped down unscathed, and fragments of light scattered around him.

The man was dressed somewhat like the masked man, wearing a heavy apron embroidered with snakes encircling tree trunks.

A hat and scarf wrap around his face, leaving only his nose and eyes exposed.The cloak seemed to be torn off a wolf's fur and put it on the body, and the inside was blood red.

He held a few vials between his fingertips and a cloth bag around his waist.

"Perfumer..." Millicent recognized the man's identity, looking at the snake embroidery on the man's apron, "Fallen Perfumer."

"Have some knowledge." The man smiled.

"I know the bottle," said Millicent. "My teacher has one too."

"Oh? Your teacher is also a perfumer?"

"He cooks."

Millicent couldn't help recalling the painful experience, those days of being fed scarlet soup.

Perhaps it was because the repeated battles exhausted her too much, but Millicent's stomach growled shamefully.

Millicent felt ashamed to think that Scarlet Soup was actually hungry.

Hearing Millicent's answer and stomach growl, the perfumer snorted coldly:
"It seems that this young lady is still very capable-won't you take the hatchet and cook for her?"

The second half of the sentence is for the masked man, and the masked man is a little annoyed when he hears it:
"She is flexible like a monkey, and I want to chop her up and cook."

"If you can't cook it, let's grill it." The perfumer said from a high place.

He wiped it on his waist, and threw out several small medicine bottles.

The vials collided with each other violently in mid-air, releasing poisonous gas.

At the same time, the masked man swung the hatchet, and the two hatchets crossed and cut towards Millicent, blocking the escape route with unprecedented strength.

Millicent had just been hit by the hatchet, knowing that she could no longer resist, she held her breath and retreated into the poisonous mist.

Millicent had just retreated into the poisonous fog, and was blocked by the thick poisonous fog. The perfumer took out another tube of spices and sprinkled the crystal powder inside.

The powder burns immediately on contact with air.

The poisonous mist came into contact with the flames, and a billowing fire exploded, surrounding Millicon.

"How is it? My barbecue?" The perfumer laughed.

The figure flitted out of the flames and flashed directly to the upper platform.

Sword lights crisscrossed, and the perfumer's hand holding the spices snapped and fell into the flames below.

When the severed hand fell from the flames to the ground, it smelled like meat.

"Not bad, but it's far worse than the teacher's barbecue." Millicent answered him standing beside the perfumer, holding the sword in his backhand.

The perfumer's screams did not come out, and his throat was cut.

"You're too slow, and once you lose one you won't have time to lose another," Millicent said, sweat gathering to the tip of her nose.

"If you keep throwing that spice that can turn into a protective shield, I won't be able to deal with it. It's a pity you used poison and fire." Millicent smiled, "I'm least afraid of poison and fire."

"Trash..." The masked man with two hatchets saw the perfumer's car overturned, secretly thinking something was wrong, and was about to run away.

The condescending Millicent threw out the long sword and continuously threw fireballs to bombard the masked man.

When the flames dissipated, the mask rolled down the slope, leaving the charred body in place.

Millicent's leather boots stepped on the head of the perfumer who was not completely dead, kicked him off the cliff, and got in close contact with the still burning flames on the charred corpse.

Looking coldly at the perfumer whose breath was getting weaker and weaker while tumbling, Millison said softly:

"Have you fully felt it, what is a real barbecue?"

(End of this chapter)